The world of survival horror

She woke up with a bitter taste in her mouth, hacking up a cough she spit out a foul green bile that was **** her. Her eyes flickered open, adjusting to the low light of the musty atmosphere around her. The floor was cold, moist, hard and grimy. Getting up on her hands and knees she winced at the smell of the moldy air, struggling to breathe it in. Her head was throbbing, arms and legs sore.

She swayed unsteadily, using all of her willpower just to stand. Hunched over, she finally got a look at her surroundings. Darkness, overpowering and the low orange glimmer of candles littering the ground around her. Most of them looked ancient with wax overflowing to the cobblestone floor. Holding her head in her palms she looked mortified, confused.

The pain in her body told her this was as all very real, not simply a nightmare she had yet to be woken from. She was in some sort of medieval dungeon, chains and rusted iron bars lined the walls and cells around her. **** devices, and unsavory metal bondage cages littered the floor.

She...she couldn't even remember her name, but she knew whatever was happening she had to get the hell out of here. There was an eerie air of silence permeating the entire dungeon, the only sounds were her heart beating rapidly and the shallow breathing from her internal panic. A warped wooden table decorated with gardening tools and old phials of mysterious substances held a rather risque looking candelabra. She studied the brass relief of a female figure in the throws of passion, eyes rolled back in bliss straddling an unseen lover as one of her hands fondled at her breasts, and the other stretched up to cradle the base of the candle. Waxed dripped from small divots in her nipples and cleft. She ignored the hot wax dripping from its holes and picked up the erotic torch, vowing to make her escape.

There was a light up ahead in the distance, heading towards it she found herself in a sort of elaborate tomb. A single flame brazier lighted the chamber, the walls decorated with an overwhelming tribute to obscenity. She didn’t know how to describe it, the wall was alive with depictions of an orgy of unimaginable proportions. Women of all shapes, sizes and ages carved upon the walls like an ancient relief, engaging in sexual acts. Some she was familiar with, others she wasn’t even aware or. The flickering of the flames cast shadows along the walls, as if they were moving in tandem. Flesh upon flesh undulating against one another.

She moved along the floor, her foot overstepping a latch in the floor. Her heart leapt into her throat, thinking she had triggered some form of booby trap. When the walls of lewd reliefs began to move and open before her. She could hear a faint screeching, and moaning as some unknown mechanism pulled them open.

She shuddered, and ventured through. Walking up a long stone stairway, crawling ever steeper into wherever it was she had found herself. Switching hands of the candelabra, having become overrun with hot searing wax upon her skin. Whoever had designed it had not taken into mind practically, as it dripped all over the users hands. More for decoration than actual use.

She had found herself into what seemed like an old cellar, casks of wine adorned the walls and floors haphazardly. However, like everything else she had encountered so far, the casks had unusual shapes. The top and bottom of the barrels were shaped like an overfull breast, and a steady red fluid dripped from the thick wooden nipples adoring their middles.

Her mouth grew slack at the sight, each cask was printed with a separate name and vintage date. Rosalind 2017, Melande 2014, Tracy 2011 and so on. The floor was stained with the constant drippings from these bizarre casks, a sweet scent of fermenting wine wafted from every surface.

She blinked her eyes and moved on, trying to wipe the thoughts from her mind. Crawling through a cramped passageway and finally coming upon an antique wooden door. Carved into the surface was a figure, nude, feminine and posing suggestively. A door knob was situated where her clitoris would be, legs spread eagle in welcoming. Hesitantly she gripped the knob, finding it oddly warm despite the chill of her surroundings. Twisting the knob, only eliciting a high pitched clicking. Every turn growing more and more in pitch, it seemed she needed to pump the knob to get the door lock open.

She picked up the pace, twisting faster with every rotation. She could hear the clicking producing results as the gears inside the door whirred to life. She could feel the wood beneath her palms practically vibrating from her actions. It was an odd mechanism to be sure, but she wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth if this is what offered her freedom. Suddenly the knob in her hand jerked hard suddenly, snapping inwards to the figures open legs as it let down a deluge of sticky red fluid and locked itself away behind a panel. The door swung open on its own, and she was suddenly in the hallway of a lavishly decorated interior.

SLAM!

The door automatically closing itself had startled her, showing the backside of the door. A rather enlarged posterior. Now with the door knob shaped in a phallic manner protruding out of her anus, her hands spreading her ass cheeks wide. She curled her lips in disgust at the sight, who would design such a crass looking door.

The halls of this place looked well maintained, clean and well kept. Opulent carpeting, wooden molding. This place looked more like a castle than a mansion. Gliding along, she was in awe at the scenery. Straight out of a fairytale, if you had forgotten the dungeon she had been escaping from.

Silence dragged along her ears, casting a shiver down her spine. Such a huge palace, and not a soul to be seen yet. The patter for her feet upon the lush intricately detailed carpet echoing off the marble walls, lined with gold trim. Creaking wooden floorboards sent her nerves on edge.

She set down the candelabra as she fell into a well lit room with high ceilings, and windows. A winter storm seemed to be raging outside. She clutched her head, memories of being in a city with a warm cloudless sky. Wiping her hands along her skirt, the hot wax of the red candle leaving garishly suggestive streaks down the linen.

“Wine Room” was etched into a brass sign of the door at the apex of the circling stairway, delicately she inched her way inside. A sweet fruity smell took hold of her senses, captivating and alluring. The walls in here held hundreds of bottles of dark red wines, all of them red and all of them full.

She pulled one from the shelf, curious as to its contents. Only to groan in disbelief, not even the bottles were spared from the perverse designs that littered the halls and doorways of this fantasy castle. Shaped like a zaftig bottom heavy woman, the neck of the bottle curving into the gentle swell of a feminine bosom. The cork is shaped in some simulacrum of an unknown woman's visage. The label read “Selena 2002” and nothing more, pulling another bottle elicited the same result. “Celica 1998” however this one had some fluid missing, as if it had been sampled earlier. The cork had been roughly shoved back into the bottle, for some reason she felt the cork came from another bottle...its shape didn’t seem to fit the body of the bottle she observed.

Stepping back she saw every single bottle held a similar design, and she fell back into the cold embrace of a woman's arms. Gently they circled her waist as she froze up from the unwelcome contact.

“Mmmmm what a surprise!” The voice purred directly into her ear, her lips dancing along her collarbone. “I thought I put you away to play with you later, but it looks like you wanted to come out and play all on your own!” She laughed, though not with joy. She pulled herself from the mysterious woman's grip and turned to face her. And recoiled at the sudden sight. “Awww dont be like that, I take good care of all my toys” She pouted. Her long dark silk gloves beckoning to her seductively. She looked as if she was dressed for a funeral, her hair hidden by a black silk veil. The rest of her body showed off with a low cut corset that hugged every curver of her body, from her wasp thin waist to her wide hips and slender legs. Her lips decorated haphazardly with too much lipstick or some other rouge makeup, edging past the natural lines of her face to give her a rather gruesome harlequin appearance.

“Who...who are you? Where am I?” She stepped back further, the sight of this woman had unnerved her.

“Don't be a party pooper! I just want to play! I wanted you all for myself. We’ll have more fun than with-”

“DANIELLA!” A domineering feminine voice called, it reverberated along the hallways like a gunshot. The gothic woman flinched violently, as if she had been pulled by an unseen ****. She snarled at her.

“Fuck!..now you did it!” She advanced quickly, moving towards her faster than she thought was possible. She peered at her like one would when they examine an insect they find fascinating. Daniella it seemed as this woman was called, unsettled her. She held an aura of madness and danger to her that screamed for her body’s fight and flight response. Before she could react to it however, Daniella picked up her palms in hers. Roughly turning them over and inspecting her fingers.

A long crimson colored tongue snaked its way from her mouth, longer than she thought was humanly possible. The longer it got, the thicker it became at its base as if her throat held some eldritch passageway to a tentacled monstrosity. She tried to escape from Daniella's grasp, but even a gentle tug might as well have felt like she was being held in an iron grip. Her warm oddly sticky saliva dribbled all across her finger tips, leaving them tingling oddly.

“DANIELLA! WHERE IS THAT INSOLENT GIRL!” the voice from before bellowed, Daniella's tongue slithering back into her mouth in distraction. She looked over her shoulder. The girl took this as her chance to escape, ripping her hands away in disgust before the sticky saliva could reach her wrists.

“Hey! No fair!” Daniella giggled shrilly, giving chase. Only managing to swat her playfully on her ass before she slammed the door on her face, and raced down the main stairway.